With a couple of a hundred thousand minds
But you still ain't good as new
If you paint drop peeling revealing
You were washing like glue
You made a sound coming into town
But you still stuck in first year
But the stories you told but they never got old
Wish I could change the ending
And then I miss that van
We drive from nine
Nowhere to go
Not talking just listen the radio
Put the trash pile up in a plastic cup
Keeps rolling on the floor
While the dash boards likely
Thinking bright is a gosh thing just wants more
You deserve so much better than a junkyard plate
A flower of stone to say
How much I care, how much we shared
How much you love me on your way
And then I miss that van
We drive from nine
Nowhere to go
Not talking just listen
And then I miss that van
We drive from nine
Nowhere to go
Not talking just listen the radio
Not talking just listen
Not talking just listen
Not talking just listen to the radio
